You're not really forbidding Kit to go down there, I'm sure." The Dean said something that was lost in a murmur, for he had been one of the property owners vanquished in the lawsuits by the Beaubiens.

After breakfast Kit went up-stairs with Miss Daphne into her own little sitting-room.

This looked towards the street, out over the maple and pine-shaded lawn.

Also, you could command a very fair view of the college.
This was built of gray stone like a Norman castle, with square towers, and was overgrown with woodbine just beginning to show a tinge of crimson.
"It seems awfully queer, Aunt Daphne," Kit said as she leaned out of the window, "to think that I am going there into the 'prep' class.

Rex said on the way up here----" She leaned suddenly farther out and waved.
"Hello, Rex, are you coming over ?" Rex glanced up at the radiant face as he came along the hedge-bordered drive between his home and the Dean's and waved back in neighborly fashion.
"I'm going up to the campus now," he said.